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lyrics

  1. varanasi trail (4.15)
  2. i wish i was a whale (2.42)
  3. everlife (3.26)
  4. superbowl (2.37)
  5. realms (3.59)
  6. satellite (4.41)
  7. alms (3.14)
  8. in god we trust (3.55)
  9. pahadi - instrumental (4.44)
  10. satya (3.55)

varanasi trail

wanderstruck, at sea without a sail, tokin' guru on the varanasi trail, renounce the world,
denounce the forces, courses that wend their ways to collision
subterfuge! cries the subconscious mind, i need to go, i need to seek and find the meaning,
the feeling of reaching deep into the heart divine

mystical misadventures in elixirs and blessed tinctures, rituals and frankincense in the pursuit of transcendence
walk the path, the line, the road, the riverbank, at every flank a godman with a handbook
- "10 Quick Steps To Nirvana"

somebody's been driving my karma
somebody ran over my schemes
someone took a piece of my dharma
and left me severed at the knees

guru-dakshina - salve for the soul, god for 3 pieces of gold
faith, patience, a vial of pills, the swami's off on a delivery of thrills
oh, this emptiness inside, I need substance to feel alright, smoke the pipe, the peace pipe, boom shankar, BOOM!

somebody's been driving my karma
somebody ran over my schemes
someone took a piece of my dharma
and left me severed at the knees

wonderlust, belief without a veil, ridin' shotgun on the Varanasi trail, face the world, deface the girl - the churl, oh put it down to religion
sacred remains sacrosanct, to believe in god is to do good to man, your destiny's in your own hands

somebody's been driving my karma
somebody ran over my schemes
someone took a piece of my dharma
and left me severed at the knees

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i wish i was a whale

fodder for the mind:
    i don't wanna die
    take me far away
    from chinese appetite

there's no one, we're alone tonight
nobody on the scene
just me and an elephant feeding on the green
there's no one in the woods tonight
they've gone to save the whales
bein' a tiger is a crockashit
i wish i was a whale

fodder for the mind:
    there's no one left to hide
    someone shot the game
    now play is out for life

there's no one, we're alone tonight
nobody on the scene
just me and an elephant feeding on the green
there's no one in the woods tonight
they've gone to save the whales
bein' a tiger is a crockashit
i wish i was a whale

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everlife

suddenly it comes to light
it occurs - your life before your eyes
and it follows, did i amount to much
will i make even a footnote in the history books
was it worth it, was it just a lie
was it all just one big compromise
could i have made a difference then
is there time left to make amends

look again, the mirror tells a tale
read between the laugh lines on your face
in them the ravages of time, emotions, aspirations and designs
could i have made a difference then
did i choose ambitions over friends
why does wisdom come as an afterthought
why must everything come to naught

after birth, it's prophesied that death's the only certainty
and so it leads up to the end
and it feels like life only did just begin
and everything comes to grief
when you catch up with your mortality
but to find peace you must realize
that to live forever first you have to die

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superbowl

thath thaa thakita thaa
thath tha naka dhina thaa
naka thari thari kita

dhim thakita dhimi thath thaa
thath thakita dhina thaa
thalom thakita dhimi

thakita thakita thakita
thath thaa, thath dhim, thath thom, thaa

unsung
with rubber tongue
rapid fire of a gun
wax it lyrical

bôl
to rap with a mission
speak the rhythm of the drum
in radical syllable

talkin' the talkin' the talkin' the talkin' the rhythm
the bôl
unfolds

talk talk
words on a roll
we call it superbowl
words spinning out of control
we call it called superbowl

thath thaa thakita thaa
thath tha naka dhina thaa
naka thari thari kita
dhim thakita dhimi thath thaa
thath thakita dhina thaa
thalom thakita dhimi

thalom tha thalom tha dhaa

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realms

stealing, you and i would bound for the stars
seeking the seventh grace across the rim
a beacon shining from the realm of the gods
a broadcast of light from where it all begins

was it just an aberration of illusion
dream state, twist of vision, sleight of faith
in space-time continuums how we dared
so recklessly we tore through the strange

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satellite

satellite
far away
go in peace
never stray

in heaven's light
know no fear
always return again
come to me
in songs of love
and symphonies of pain

steel the heart
cast your stone
till the dream
in fields of hope

brave the night
show no fear
always return again
bring to me
your songs of joy your symphonies of pain

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alms

international year of the girl child come and gone
still she pounds the pavement way past a half past dawn
'shame' cries the first world as it cocktail parties
but she's not looking for sympathy, just alms

in a room in a corner on a stool upon a stage
he sings the song of everyman for barely minimum wage
for debutantes and dilletantes come to be entertained
who like their filet mignons rare and their art unstained
and prefer their artists starving, to pass round the cup
and want the passion by proxy for the ideals they gave up
but he's tired of begging for scraps and praise from the cognoscenti
the crumbs won't stave the pangs, he needs alms for shanti

don't worry about the future
he's got a post mortis solution
he'll sell you a piece of heaven for a modest contribution
Reverend Tom Televangelist - tune in turn off your miseries
this padre's got the real deal
trading alms for shanti

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in god we trust

arise, it's time to die
they peal to signify
your call to save the faith
to arms, the call to hate

oh lord, thy will be done
and battles to be won

congregate the flies
consecrate the lies
sanctify your gun
invoke the holy sun

she wails in the night
the devil's lullaby
mangled babies charred in vain
still in god we trust again

congregate the flies
consecrate the lies
canonize the dumb
stoke the loaded son

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satya

satyam bhruyath priyam bhruyath
na bhruyath satyamapriyam
priyanitina nruthambhruyath
esha dharma sanathanaha

what goes around comes around
culminates in the final showdown
what goes around comes around
revelation at the cosmic blowout

satya
the naked truth

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